Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 145: You’re Not Invincible

Warlock Ch 145. You're Not Invincible

The room fell into a heavy silence, thick with unspoken fears and half-formed thoughts. Evelyn didn't argue, but the look in her eyes was enough to tell him she wasn't giving up on him—not yet, anyway.

He picked up the mug again, taking another sip of tea. The warmth did little to ease the cold knot in his chest. "There's more," he said after a long pause, his voice quieter now.

Evelyn's eyes narrowed slightly. "More?"

"Victoria," Damian said, the name hanging in the air like a storm cloud. "She came to Cassius' place this afternoon. Again."

Evelyn tensed immediately, her grip on the arm of the couch tightening. "Victoria," she repeated, her tone flat but heavy with meaning. "What did she want?"

Damian let out a long sigh, setting the mug down and leaning forward, elbows on his knees. He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the day pressing down on him. "A vampire named Varak Bloodshade," he began, his tone laced with frustration. "Once a loyal general under her command, but he's become... ambitious."

Evelyn's eyes narrowed, her expression unreadable as she waited for him to continue.

"He's rallied disillusioned vampires and other rogue factions to his side," Damian explained, his voice gaining a bitter edge. "Promising them power and freedom from traditional rules. According to her, he's dangerous—not just because of his strength, but because he knows her tactics. Hell, he probably knows her better than I do."

"So what does she want?" Evelyn asked, crossing her arms tightly across her chest.

"She wants my help," Damian said, his lips curling into a sardonic smile. "Mine and Cassius', to 'take care' of him."

Evelyn's response was immediate and sharp. "Sounds like a trap."

Damian let out a dry chuckle, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, no kidding. That's why Cassius and I sent our servants out to dig up some intel. I'm not about to waltz into something blind—not again."

She relaxed slightly but didn't let go of the tension entirely. "So, you haven't given her your answer yet?"

He shook his head, leaning back against the couch and letting his gaze drift toward the ceiling. "No. Not yet."

Evelyn tilted her head, her sharp eyes catching his. "But you want to take the mission, don't you?"

Damian flicked his gaze to her, caught off guard by the bluntness of her question. He hesitated, his lips pressing into a thin line before he finally asked, "Are you going to be mad at me if I say yes?"

Evelyn sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly as the tension in her posture shifted. "No," she said softly, though her tone carried an unmistakable weight. She exhaled deeply, meeting his gaze with a seriousness that made his chest tighten. "If your memory hadn't started coming back… maybe I wouldn't let you."

Damian blinked, raising an eyebrow. "You wouldn't let me?"

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Evelyn gave him a look, one that said she was deadly serious despite the absurdity of the statement. "You heard me. But your memory has come back—some of it, anyway. And I know you, Damian. You're unpredictable, stubborn as hell, and when you want something…" She paused, her eyes softening just enough to make her words hit harder. "You'll get it."

He opened his mouth to protest, but the words died in his throat. She wasn't wrong, and they both knew it.

"Victoria…" Evelyn continued, her voice quieter now, almost reluctant. "She might know something we don't. Something about her husband's death. And I know you, Damian. That's the kind of thing you won't let go of."

Her words struck a nerve, and Damian's jaw tightened. He looked away, his hands curling into fists on his knees. "You think I want answers that badly?" he muttered, his voice low.

"I know you do," she said simply, her tone unwavering. "And I don't blame you. But Damian…" She placed a hand on his arm, her touch gentle but firm. "Be careful. Whatever happened back then—it's not just about you anymore. If Victoria's involved, this could spiral into something we can't control."

Damian let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "When has anything in my life been under control, Evelyn?"

She smiled faintly, her fingers tightening on his arm. "Fair point. But that doesn't mean you have to make it worse."

He turned to look at her, his expression softening despite the turmoil churning inside him. "You're worried about me."

"Of course, I'm worried about you," Evelyn said, her tone exasperated but warm. "You have this habit of throwing yourself into the fire and assuming you'll come out unscathed. Newsflash, Damian: you're not invincible. Even warlocks break."

Damian let out a dry laugh, leaning back against the couch and rubbing his temples. "Yeah, well, breaking seems to be my specialty these days."

Evelyn didn't laugh. She just watched him, her sharp eyes softening with something between worry and frustration.

"Is that why you didn't want to explain anything to me before I got my memory back?" he asked, his voice quieter now.

She stiffened slightly, the question clearly hitting a nerve. After a long moment, she nodded. "Yes," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was afraid."

"Afraid of what?" Damian pressed, his brow furrowing.

"That I'd lose you again," Evelyn said, her voice trembling slightly as she forced the words out. "That you'd only repeat Kaelan's fate… And I don't want that, Damian. I can't watch you go down that path again."

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, he couldn't find anything to say. He just stared at her.

"That's why," she continued, her tone steadying even as her eyes glistened with unshed tears, "I let fate—and you—choose your own path. Whether the memories came back to you or not, it had to be your choice. Not mine. Not anyone else's."

Damian swallowed hard, his throat tightening. "You really thought I'd—"

"I didn't know what to think," Evelyn interrupted, her voice sharp but not unkind. "You never told us your goal for your rebirth. You came back, but you kept everything so close to the chest. What was I supposed to do? Push you? Risk pushing you away?"